Notes on Morning Worship:
Reading through the archive of Morning Worship I am reminded of an experience I had one of the past times I went back into Atlanta. As I came to a changed but well known intersection I thought to myself; “the last time I was here I was in love. I am changed.”
Three years ago I added Morning Worship weblog to my creations for the Internet because, having just finally finished the 10 year book project, I had a lot of writing in me. Also the politics was beginning to become scary and I wanted to consciously focus on that which is positive.
Though it has only been a couple of years since doing the weblog (and 30 years since being in love) I am today aware if how different I feel. The metrics of the endless visits to the medical people and places have remained the same. I feel a little less vigor and I hurt a little more. My views as to how the world works or I would like it to be are the same. But something is gone. I am changed.
I fear acknowledging it; but I think optimism, my belief in the inevitability of man at the brink always coming through, is fading.
Reading through the 2009-2010 posts as I migrate them into this Word Press I do feel uplifted. The reader can find all of them available through the link in the right column.
I also plan to be adding, perhaps less frequently, new material that I find uplifting and promising.